How We Spent the Fourth

Council member Mitchell Rasansky, whose wife -- sitting in the back seat, with no AC -- is the real trooper every time her husband has to visit a dozen parades in a day

Above, one of Merritt's photos from the Fair Park Fourth -- a review of which is available here, where, um, "Pdiddy" deems the event's debut a success but also "a mixed bag." Some of us opted for a less stressful in-and-out: the intersection of Mockingbird Lane and Preston Road, from which my folks called around 8:30 p.m. offering choice seating for the Dallas County Club shebang -- if, by "choice," they meant inches from oncoming traffic. Alas, what the unchosen people -- and we were a celebratory mixture of middle-class black, brown and pale, the likes of which will never step foot on the club's hallowed grounds -- will put up with for a not-surprisingly decent display that lasted a good 25 minutes. Though, best of all, it was mere feet from Highland Park Village Starbucks.

Sometime around midnight-thirty, the fireworks stopped in Northwest Dallas; that, or someone declared a cease-fire. But before then, it was quite the delightful morning in the neighborhood -- a fact celebrated this a.m. in Dallas' Only Daily, matter of fact, where the 50th anniversary Sparkman Club Estates July 4 parade was feted with a recap and accompanying video. (Our street won, incidentally -- 'bout damned time too.) After the jump, some photos I took from our neighborhood parade. Incidentally, they asked me to join 'em on the veteran Thomas Jefferson High School cheerleaders' float -- till they realized, "He was JV." --Robert Wilonsky